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Did you send to him, sir? Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will send: There's not a one of them, but in his house I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow, (Betimes I will,) unto the weird sisters: More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, By the worst means, the worst : for mine own good, All causes shall give way; I am in blood Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er: Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; Which must be acted, ere they may be scann'd. Lady M. You lack the season of all natures,
sleep. Macb. Come, we'll to sleep: My strange and
self-abuse Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use:We are yet but young in deed.
stance, that Macduff denies to come at our great bidding? What do you infer from thence? What is your opinion of the matter? The circumstance on which this question is founded, took its rise from the old history. Macbeth sent to Macduff to assist in building the castle of Dunsinane. Macduff sent workmen, &c. but did not choose to trust his person in the tyrant's power. From that time he resolved on his death. STEEVENS.
o be scann'd.] To scan is to examine nicely.
• You lack the season of all natures, sleep.] i. e. you stand in need of the time or season of sleep, which all natures require.
Thunder. Enter HECATE, meeting the three
Witches. i Witch. Why, how now, Hecate? you look
angerly. Hec. Have I not reason, beldams, as you are, Saucy, and over-bold? How did you dare To trade and traffick with Macbeth, In riddles, and affairs of death ; And I, the mistress of your charms, The close contriver of all harms, Was never call’d to bear my part, Or show the glory of our art? And, which is worse, all you have done Hath been but for a wayward son, Spiteful, and wrathful ; who, as others do, Loves for his own ends, not for you. But make amends now: Get you gone, And at the pit of Acheron Meet me i'the morning ; thither he Will come to know his destiny. Your vessels, and your spells, provide, Your charms, and every thing beside: I am for the air ; this night I'll spend Unto a dismal-fatal end. Great business must be wrought ere noon: Upon the corner of the moon There hangs a vaporous drop profound ;)
?- vaporous drop profound;] This vaporous drop seems to have been meant for the same as the virus lunare of the ancients, being a foam which the moon was supposed to have shed on particular herbs, or other objects, when strongly solicited by enchantment.
I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
Song. [Within.] Come away, come away, &c. Hark, I am call’d; my little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. [Exit. i Witch. Come, let's make haste: she'll soon be back again.
Fores. A Room in the Palace.
Enter Lenox, and another Lord. Len. My former speeches have but hit your
thoughts, Which can interpret further: only, I say, Things have been strangely borne: The gracious
How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight,
find What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. But, peace!—for from broad words, and 'cause he
The son of Duncan,
9 Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives;] The construction is-Free our feasts and banquets from bloody knives.
I and receive free honours,] Free may be either honours freely bestowed, not purchased by crimes; or honours without slavery, without dread of a tyrant. Johnson.
< the king,] i. e. Macbeth.
Sent he to Macduff? Lord. He did: and with an absolute, Sir, not 1, The cloudy messenger turns me his back, And hums; as who should say, You'll rue the time That clogs me with this answer. Len.
And that well might Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel Fly to the court of England, and unfold His message ere he come; that a swift blessing May soon return to this our suffering country Under a hand accurs'd! Lord.
My prayers with him!
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
1 Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
In the poison'd entrails throw.
* Harper cries:] Harper may be a mis-spelling, or misprint for harpy. The word cries likewise seems to countenance this supposition. Crying is one of the technical terms appropriated to the noise made by birds of prey.